For so long I walked
The middle road:
Not a demon or a saint.
I would do a lot of things
To keep gold in my pocket
And bread on the table.
But once I did
The unforgivable.
I killed a friend of mine.
In cold blood,
While his wife screamed
And his son stood and watched.
I'll never forget the look
In his blue eyes.
The fear that was there.
I wanted to escape it.
To drown myself
In guilt and hate.
No one could help me,
Not even old friends.
By then I was too far gone.
I stood on the edge
Of a deep dark abyss,
From which I could never return.
It swirled below me.
I started to fall and thought
This is the end.
But I stopped.
I stopped and I turned
Back into the light.
But the vision
Still haunts me,
Of the boy with blue eyes.